I have many Mother Of The Year moments. Too many actually. So many that I could have an entire blog dedicated to being Mom Of The Year. I hope you realize that I’m being sarcastic. I’m far from that title and here’s a scenario to prove it.
My kids have turned into the pickiest eaters. They pretty much eat the same foods and rarely try anything new. Many nights they don’t eat dinner because it doesn’t look or taste right. I try to stick to the if-you-don’t-eat-your-dinner-you-don’t-get-anything-else-before-bed-rule but I often give in because of my own issues with having food withheld from me when I was a child.
It was a usual evening at our home where the “I’m hungry” whining started and I was doing my usual yelling back. I stood my ground that since they chose to not eat dinner they could not have a snack. Connor told me he wasn’t listening to me. I replied that that was a good thing because I’m not listening to him so neither of us needs to talk. He walked off to process that information and I went about making school lunches for the next day. A few minutes later he returned yelling that he’s starving. I yelled back “Too bad!” and “It’s not my problem.” After the third time he yelled that he’s starving I looked up from what I was doing and noticed he was crying.
“I said I’m sorry!” He cried.
It dawned on me that he wasn’t yelling “I’m starving” but “I’m sorry.” I felt terrible. I got down and hugged my sweet little boy and told him how sorry I was that I misunderstood him.
Yep, that’s me, Mother Of The Year.
Here are some more photos from Madeline’s dress rehearsal. I’ve also included some videos for my family but anyone is invited to view. I’m really proud of the girls. They have grown so much just since last year.
Tap Me & My Shadow
Lyrical One Voice
Jazz Genie Jam
I wasn’t in the best spot for this one. This is a number that looks better if you can see all the girls. Their bellies are hanging out a bot but we’ll have them covered up with a body tight for competition.
Ballet Swan Lake
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Lisa
April 28th, 2007 at 4:44 pm
How cool are THOSE!
Wow. I bet the girls are so excited. M looks so pretty. As usual!
Lisa
April 28th, 2007 at 4:45 pm
Oh and I’ve had quite a few of those “mom of the year” moments lately too. Sigh…
We need Blogher to start next WEEK@!
Momish
April 28th, 2007 at 5:17 pm
First off, anyone can easily make such a mistake when already wound up. The important thing is that you responded to him once you knew and made him feel good.
Second, the girls are beautiful and look awesome!
Suburban Oblivion
April 28th, 2007 at 5:58 pm
Glad to hear the bellies will be covered, can’t have the MMs thinking otherwise!
Jenster
April 28th, 2007 at 7:27 pm
I haven’t watched the videos yet, but the pictures are beautiful. I love dance recitals!
When January is closing in I think to myself, “I’m going to make Mother of the Year this year.” And by the second week of January the title has slipped from my grasp for something stupid.
I know you felt awful, but we all do these things. Usually you’ll cry about it and fret about it for days or weeks, but your child has already gotten over it. lol
AuburnGalAlways
April 28th, 2007 at 9:29 pm
I totally understand where you’re coming from with the not eating what is prepared. My Stinkerbell wants a different plate and utensil for each type of food. I’ve begun refusing this demand of hers. Her reactions to this stand-off are mostly funny - for now.
Your little one knows you love him and knows that you provide for him and try to feed him healthy food. But he (and I’m preaching to myself here too) has to learn to eat what is offered - or at least try it - and that he will not die from missing one meal.
Don’t let him call your bluff.
But remember to give him hugs.
And “cut yourself some slack” over misunderstanding him.
The little ballerinas are beautiful.
rindy
April 28th, 2007 at 9:42 pm
Fellow “mom of the year” here too. We all make mistakes…it’s what happens after we do that makes the difference
crazymumma
April 28th, 2007 at 11:07 pm
Show her the ballerinas that Degas painted….I think you will know why I suggest that after seeing the swan lake photos.
We’ve all had mother of the year moments. Good for you getting down and giving him a big hug. He will remember that , not the other stuff…
Burg
April 28th, 2007 at 11:22 pm
I’ve had those “mom” moments too.. I got onto my oldest once and kept asking “What did you say?” because she kept telling me know.. It finally hit me that she wasn’t being defiant, she was telling me what she’d said.. Duh.
Tabba
April 29th, 2007 at 7:01 am
Thanks for sharing the pictures. I’m going to be a total stalker and come back to watch the videos.
Mert
April 29th, 2007 at 10:02 am
Don’t feel bad… I had a mother of the year moment a few days ago too, and last night.
It involves boogers and me calling my kid a butt head, LOL!
Those out fits are really pretty! The girls did a beautiful job. You must be very proud.
Jennifer
April 29th, 2007 at 1:59 pm
I suspect we’ve all deserved the Mom of the year award at some time!
Those girls look so happy, all dressed up!
Pendullum
April 29th, 2007 at 3:57 pm
If life weare perfect, we could not teach our children anything… and by living up to a mistake and hugging your son and asking for forgiveness you are giving him life’s true meaning…
But on the same token,,,
Nothing like girls in their tutus… Beautiful fairy dust angels… Wonderful, glorious, memories made right here…
Oh, The Joys
April 29th, 2007 at 7:50 pm
They are so cute!!! SO CUTE!
The "Mind"
April 30th, 2007 at 7:22 am
In my house the food issue is so bad that I’ve stopped telling them what is for dinner. I’m tired of hearing whining while I’m cooking.
Kid: What’s for dinner?
Me: Food.
Seriously.
I only allow them to eat an alternative meal when it is something I know they don’t like and I cook it anyway. Other than that, sorry, breakfast will be your next meal.
Mommy the Maid
May 3rd, 2007 at 8:38 pm
Those are great videos!! I wish my oldest would take dance, but she is more into softball and horseback.
sparksfley
May 16th, 2007 at 4:08 pm
OK, so you officially blasted me to my past dancing days. We sang too. I’ll never forget when we redid a Chorus line and we actually sang “bleep and bleep” for “tits and ass”. Good Lord. I also remember thinking I was the SHIT in my tuxedo jacket!!